Sunday, May 28, 2017

More Poetry

Always afraid
Never confident
Woefully insecure
Solitary
Stoic
Walled in
Hopeless
Numb.
Because of them.
Until you.

Outer Planet Haiku
I want it all back,
What is now not acknowledged
To have ever been.

I've been here before
And I'll be here again.
Temporary anesthetic.
Temporary mood.
Everything is temporary.

Everything is temporary.

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